It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.
Wars begin in the minds of men, and in those minds, love and compassion would have built the defenses of peace.
Since wars begin in the minds of men, it is in the minds of men that the defenses of peace must be constructed.
Peace is the deliberate adjustment of my life to the will of God.
All men love peace in their armchairs after dinner; but they disbelieve the other nations's professions, rightly measuring its sincerity by their own.
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labors of peace.
You bring young men together.. put them in a confined space.. and then give them a license to kill (re war).
I was an infantry officer in the Army from 1969 to 1971. Men in my platoon who had served time in Vietnam told me many storiesâbut none more chilling than the one from two helicopter pilots. They told me how they would shoot the friendlies on their way back from reconnaissance missions just so they could empty their ammunition before returning to base. The friendlies were South Vietnamese women and children, helpless victims in a war they did not understand. But to the American pilots, they were simply dots on the ground. Whitehead is a political conservative.
Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.
We are completely in bed with the Israelis to the detriment of the Palestinians on the Diane Rehm Show.
It is easier to lead men to combat, stirring up their passion, than to restrain them and direct them toward the patient labours of peace.
We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts We are the living graves of murdered beasts Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites We never pause to wonder at our feasts If animals, like men, can possibly have rights We pray on Sundays that we may have light To guide our footsteps on the path we tread We're sick of war We do not want to fight The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat Regardless of the suffering and pain We cause by doing so. If thus we treat Defenseless animals for sport or gain How can we hope in this world to attain the PEACE we say we are so anxious for We pray for it o'er hecatombs of slain To God, while outraging the moral law Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.
I take it that what all men are really after is some form of, perhaps only some formula of, peace.
But peace does not rest in the charters and covenants alone. It lies in the hearts and minds of all people. So let us not rest all our hopes on parchment and on paper, let us strive to build peace, a desire for peace, a willingness to work for peace in the hearts and minds of all of our people. I believe that we can. I believe the problems of human destiny are not beyond the reach of human beings.
The world will never have lasting peace so long as men reserve for war the finest human qualities. Peace, no less than war, requires idealism and self-sacrifice and a righteous and dynamic faith. -John Foster Dulles.
The rarest things in the world, next to a spirit of discernment, are diamonds and pearls. [Fr., Apres l'esprit de discernement, ce qu'il y a au monde de plus rare, ce sont les diamants et les perles.]
Oh! nature's noblest gift--my gray-goose quill! Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from thy parent-bird to form a pen, That might instrument of little men!
Goose [pen] bee [wax] and calf [parchment] govern the world. [Lat., Anser, apie, vitellus, populus et regna gubernant.]
Men of quality are in the wrong to undervalue, as they often do, the practise of a fair and quick hand in writing; for it is no immaterial accomplishment. [Lat., Non sest aliena res, quae fere ab honestis negligi solet, cura bene ac velociter scribendi.]
If you give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest of men, I will find something in them which will hang him. [Fr., Qu'on me donne six lignes ecrites de la main du plus honnete homme, j'y trouverai de quoi le faire pendre.]
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing.
As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon't.
Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them. -Epictetus.
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. -Willa Cather.
Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars.